Verbrecher-Typen in Shakespeares Dramen

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O. Elsner, 1903 - Law and literature - 108 pages
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Page 18 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose...
Page 17 - Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries ' Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest...
Page 53 - By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection.
Page 15 - The Prince of Cumberland ! that is a step, On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ; Let not light see my black/and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand; -yet- let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Page 56 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Page 18 - Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear, And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Page 73 - ... from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Page 33 - Das, ungeleckt, der Mutter Spur nicht trägt. Und bin ich also wohl ein Mann zum Lieben? O schnöder Wahn, nur den Gedanken hegen! Weil denn die Erde keine Lust mir beut Als herrschen, meistern, andre unterjochen, Die besser von Gestalt sind als ich selbst, So sei's mein Himmel, von der Krone träumen...
Page 15 - If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir.
Page 56 - Tat, Vom ersten Antrieb, ist die Zwischenzeit Wie ein Phantom, ein grauenvoller Traum. Der Genius und die sterblichen Organe Sind dann im Rat vereint; und die Verfassung Des Menschen, wie ein kleines Königreich, Erleidet dann den Zustand der Empörung.

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